The cow sisters entered, both barefooted and draped in flowing garments, their attire, a masterpiece of simplicity and allure. Layers of fabric, one over the other, cascaded down their curvaceous figures, held in pce by long, slender brown belts. Each dress bore a single, delicate strap, gracefully arching over a shoulder, leaving the other exposed.

  I love the style. It has just a single strap on one shoulder and it left one leg entirely uncovered, exposing the soft, sun-kissed skin of their thighs. It's probably the only dress style that could contain their massive breasts.

  I dropped my pen, stood up from my desk, and approached them. They stood about a foot taller than me. Reaching out, I gently pressed my fingers against one of their breasts and my breath hitched in amazement. The sensation was astonishing. The skin yielded beneath my touch with a softness that defied belief. The breasts are bigger than my head in no small way and just a single touch was enough to make my dick throb.

  "Take off your clothes" I said, stepping aside.

  I watched as they hesitated for a moment, reluctance evident in their eyes, before slowly unfastening the knots on their backs.

  With each knot undone, the yers of fabric cascaded down to their feet, like rags. In a matter of seconds, they stood before me, completely naked, unashamed and unreserved.

  Incredible, I thought, moving closer to them my dick already hardening. The very definition of fat in right pces. Their breasts id massive and full on their body, like slumpering huge beasts. Their very size would be a killer to their necks but they carry it like it was nothing.

  The teat of the one by the right, the older of the two, seems wet, so I approached her and with the most gentle of squeezes, it spurt milk.

  "You with child?" I asked her, hand still on her tit.

  "...yes...your majesty" she replied, eyes still staring bnkly forward.

  I leaned down and attached my mouth to the tit, taking the nipple into my mouth, I nibbled at it, getting it hard. Her milk instantly filled my mouth with a slight pressure to the tit. Creamy, warm and has a mild, slightly sweet taste. I swallowed and squeezed more. It tastes better with a swallow, and leaves you yearning for more.

  Just one st squeeze, I told myself but I kept at it. My free hand moved amorously over her glorious backside, pinching, patting, caressing and stroking the luscious flesh. It wandered along her plump thighs, reveling in their smoothness and softness, the cow-woman squirming and wriggling uncomfortably.

  My arousal was getting painful and out of control so I gripped her firmly round her body, then half carried her and half dragged her to my bed. On to it I forced her face downwards and inspite of her not resisting, I held her down and began fumbling in my trousers. Habits.

  She whimpered a little as my hardened dick pierced her tight pussy. She had said she had a child but judging by her tightness it had been a good while since she had something inside her. Luckily, juices flowed from the tight pussy and my dick slid in and out of her with ease. As I continued to sm in, I pulled her rge fleshy ass cheeks apart to see my work. The rge thick member was widening her pussy. Each lip of hers hung on for dear life. I had always loved the sight of a tight pussy refusing to surrender a cock to its owner, and the cow woman, just like mother had lips that stuck to my cock like glue. As I withdrew, her pussy extended, pulling at my cock as it slid out.

  I sink my thumb into the tight asshole infront of me, going deep at it. It made my already hard cock twitch. I wanted her ass too.

  Pulling my dick from its home, she huffed a little and then yelped as I forced it into its new confines. The tight muscles tried to fight me at first, but as I let my now pulsating cock sit there, she gave way. It was slow going at first, but I began to destroy the little hole in the center of that perfect ass of hers. All the sensory nerves, heightened from our previous activities shot through her causing an orgasm a moment ter. As the ass cmped down on me, my cock exploded in her.

  There was a small pop sound as my cock exited her ass. I took a step back and she slowly rolled over, already out of breath.

  Pulling her legs apart, she did not resist me, my cock slid effortlessly back into her pussy. As I began pumping again, she began to moan again. At this point, she was not in control of her own body. Holding onto her hips, I pulled her into me. She instinctively wrapped her long legs around me and held me tight. The rge tits rotated in tiny circles they bounced back and forth, all the while, she y there with her hands restrained above her head, catatonic from the orgasms. It did not take long to empty my boiling cum into her. As I did, her pussy tightened quickly and released one final orgasm.

  I hovered over her for a few moments, trying to regain my breath. She looked almost dead. Laying there panting, tits hanging to either side of her, pool of cum and juice coating my sheets. Pulling out of her, more cum flowed from her pussy and ass, and onto the floor.

  We haven't even started yet.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the other one, who was more docile.

  "Come" I said, and the girl shyly approached, her eyes downcast, fingers trembling.

  I directed her to straddle me, and she did so awkwardly, her knees on either side of the bed as she sank down on my stiff upstanding dick. She wasn't wet at all and the grip it had on my dick was almost painful, to us both. She paused, tears welling in her eyes.

  I suddenly shoved her down, and felt that I broke through something, and gained two inches more insertion at least. The effect on the woman was most painful, she shrieked out in agonizing torment; strove hard to unsheathe me, wriggled her body in all directions to effect this; but I was too securely engulfed for that, and all her struggles only enabled me the more easily to sheathe my dick up to the very hairs. So excited was I by her tears and screams, that I was no sooner there than a torrent of sperm burst from me.

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  In the bustling royal kitchen, a grand chamber with towering stone walls, the air buzzed with activity. The space was alive with the rhythm of clinking utensils and the murmur of voices. Dozens of maids, a diverse mix of young and old, moved with a fluid grace that spoke of years of practice. Some were hunched over bubbling pots, their faces glistening with a sheen of sweat from the roaring firepces, while others worked in harmony, kneading dough or chopping vegetables. The older maids, their faces etched with the wisdom of countless feasts, held court amidst the youthful chatter.

  The atmosphere was jovial, with the younger maids freely engaging in lively discussions, swapping stories and ughter with their more experienced counterparts. The room was a medley of aromas - roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and aromatic herbs that wafted through the air.

  In the midst of all the cheerful activity, Grace stood alone in a quiet corner of the kitchen, somewhat removed from the friendly and lively interactions of her peers. She had faithfully served the King for over a decade, especially in preparing his herbal tea. However, today, there was a noticeable tension surrounding her.

  As she meticulously measured out the ingredients for the king's tea, her hands betrayed her inner turmoil. Despite her best efforts to steady them, they quivered ever so slightly. Her eyes kept gncing nervously at the door, listening closely for any unfamiliar footsteps.

  With her trembling hands, Grace continued to sieve the herbal concoction into the king's ornate cup. The soft clinking of the fine mesh sieve against the porcein filled the air, a stark contrast to the hushed conversations that enveloped the rest of the kitchen.

  Whenever the other maids engaged in whispered exchanges, a shiver of fear coursed through Grace's spine. Her heart raced, imagining their hushed discussions were about her seemingly treacherous deed. Each furtive gnce in her direction felt like an accusation, as if they had already uncovered her deadly secret. The uncertainty gnawed at her, but she kept going.

  Now done sieving, she kept the sieve, with the residues aside and picked up a spoon and began stirring gently. As she stirred gently,

  Grace watched as the first poison drop, a deadly bead, fell from the ring she wore into the king's cup, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't help but steal another gnce toward the other maids, searching for any signs that they had noticed her actions. But if they did, none showed it on their faces. She turned back to the cup, and when the fourth drop of poison fell into the cup, she withdrew the spoon, set the drink on the tray, and took a deep, steadying breath, then picked it up and left the kitchen.

  As Grace approached the grand doors of the King's chambers, her steps slowed, and an uncomfortable tension gripped her. From behind the ornate door, wild moans echoed through the corridor. She couldn't discern if they were moans of pain or pleasure, but either way, they sent shivers down her spine. Her own experiences with the King had been nothing short of torment, and the knowledge of his immense size had only added to her distress.

  Just as she reached the doors, a knight, cd in shining armor, delivered a solid knock. In those brief moments of waiting, the moans abruptly ceased. The doors slowly swung open, revealing the opulent chamber beyond. Grace drew in a deep breath, steadying herself, before stepping through the threshold.

  Her eyes fell upon the King as he strolled confidently toward the table, his regal nudity on full dispy. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of discomfort and revulsion as she watched the strange whitish substance clinging to his immense cock, which rested between his legs in a semi-erect state. The sheer size of it was staggering, a stark contrast to anything she had ever encountered before. A forearm compared to her husband's.

  Grace's eyes flickered towards the royal bed, saw two naked bodies y entwined on the silken sheets. She couldn't see their faces, but she could make out a tail and a horn. Probably the heifers.

  The King leaned on his ornate table, his quill dancing quickly across parchment as he jotted something down. Grace watched him with bated breath, her heart pounding as she prepared to serve the poisoned drink. Then, he straightened up, and with an air of casual indifference, he picked up the goblet when Grace approached. He took a nonchant sip, his face contorting in mild discomfort at the bitter taste.

  Grace's anxiety surged. Had it been enough? Her mind raced as she watched the King take another, a rger gulp. Doubt gnawed at her, and as she turned to leave, a voice that chilled her to the bone called out, "Wait."

  Fear gripped her, rendering her immobile for a moment. Trembling, she hesitated to turn, her mind racing with worry. Had he detected something amiss? Was it too much? Did he know?

  "Come," the King's voice commanded, and after a moment's dey, her stiff body turned slowly to face him, her heart a tumultuous storm of fear and dread.

  The King gnced up from his book, appearing somewhat surprised that Grace was still standing there, then he gestured with eyes to his cock and relief washed all over her as she realized his intentions.

  That's right, she thought,happily, kneeling down before his crotch. They assured her he wouldn't be able to notice. Not immediately anyway.

  She gently grabbed his cock, and slowly fed it, whole into her mouth, down her throat like he had taught her. It made her gag, and her head was rocking back and out, her lips taking in the essence of the heifer's cunt. It didn't bother her, not anymore. In a couple of hours, he will be a corpse.